His eyes, however, were what arrested them. They were not merely crimson; they were a piercing, unholy red, burning with intelligence and cruelty in equal measure. They glowed from beneath a furrowed brow, staring at Arpious and Elara with the predatory gaze of one who has waited for this moment far longer than they could comprehend. And beneath his gaze, everything felt minuscule—he was a lord of darkness, a conqueror of suffering, with a presence that threatened to consume them entirely.